Random Tuesday Thoughts

So, I have decided that I am plenty random, so Random Tuesday's are my kind of meme. The only problem is that I don't know what is causing the writers block, the stabbing pain behind my left eye that seems to be a direct result of baby girl's screaming, the small and very fat foot that keeps whopping me in the back of the head as little man falls on the couch,  or the fact that all of a sudden, I seem to be TRYING to be random. Not as easy as it sounds my friends.


Maybe the stabbing pain is caused by the fact that after Julie's post last week I now seriously think about how much easier it would be to just pee in the shower. My son is going to pee on my daughter anyway, so what is the difference between him or me? I don't even know the last time I showered, or peed for that matter, alone.

Speaking of which, I got peed on last night. Yep, that is right my bloggy buddies. It was Karma at it's finest. I got mad at hubby, swooped the kids up and went to bed after he went downstairs, locked the door (don't ask me why, you can unlock the locks by jiggling the handle). I forgot to let the cats out of the room. I woke up to a soaking comforter. As I got up to turn on a small light and see what it was, I picked up a pooping cat. Good thing I was still half asleep or we may be down one cat. I guess that cat showed me, huh?

Why do kids feel the need to put their hands down the back of their pants all the time? If it was the crotch area, I may understand that they see dad doing it while watching t.v. or something. But the tooshie? Maybe I should pay more attention to if I scratch my rear a lot. I don't stick my hands down my pants to do it though.

I think I may have uncovered my own method of Pavlov's experiment. I taught my son no drugs, drugs are bad. I am watching my dvr'd Dr. Phil right now with the Dr. Phil family, my son was in the bathroom and heard the word "drugs" and he came out waving his little arm going "NO DRUGS DRUGS ARE BAD NO DRUGS DRUGS ARE BAD." If only I could remember what I was doing when I taught him this. I could make lots of money.

Speaking of said son, he swallowed two water balloons yesterday. The first one was an accident when he was trying to blow it up. The second was on purpose, I guess because the first was funny for him. He was very proud and opened his mouth to show me the second time. The first he just kept asking me to get it out. I fed him grapes since his daddy is watching him in the morning. He can be on poopie-watch patrol. I don't want to dig through it for the balloons.

Poor guy, he obviously feels neglected. He has been walking up to my daughter lately and yelling in her face "I
am too busy today! There isn't time!" Why did I teach him to talk? I contemplated not teaching my daughter, but Ms. attitude threw her empty bottle at me today. I think I would prefer a demand for milk rather than a black eye. I can't figure out where she gets the attitude from, I have never thrown my cups around. Pens yes, but she is too little to see that flying through the air right? (OMG, Jen! It was ME in the post office that day!)

I wonder if it is considered bad parenting that I just sent little man downstairs to get his fourth cookie for two minutes of peace. Besides, he looked so stinking cute saying "I better get another cookie!" I still have a stabbing pain, though.

Speaking of that stabbing pain, I am off to find an alcoholic beverage a bottle to quite little Miss down. Both of us.


For more randomness, check out the un-mom. She has some great random.